The Big Book of Nursery Rhymes Part 7

p.u.s.s.y CAT

p.u.s.s.y-cat, p.u.s.s.y-cat, where have you been?

I've been up to London to look at the queen.

p.u.s.s.y-cat, p.u.s.s.y-cat, what did you there?

I frightened a little mouse under the chair.

DANCE, LITTLE BABY

Dance, little Baby, dance up high, Never mind, Baby, Mother is by; Crow and caper, caper and crow, There, little Baby, there you go; Up to the ceiling, down to the ground, Backwards and forwards, round and round; Dance, little Baby, and Mother will sing, With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!

OF WAs.h.i.+NG

They that wash on Friday, wash in need; And they that wash on Sat.u.r.day, oh! they're s.l.u.ts indeed.

d.i.c.kERY, d.i.c.kERY, DARE

d.i.c.kery, d.i.c.kery, dare, The pig flew up in the air; The man in brown soon brought him down, d.i.c.kery, d.i.c.kery, dare.

THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT

This is the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the c.o.c.k that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn, That kept the c.o.c.k that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.

A FROG HE WOULD AWOOING GO

A frog he would a-wooing go, Heigho! says Rowley, Whether his mother would let him or no.

With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

So off he set with his opera hat, Heigho! says Rowley, And on the road he met with a rat.

With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

"Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me?"

Heigho! says Rowley, "Kind Mistress Mousey for to see!"

With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

When they reached the door of Mousey's hall, Heigho! says Rowley, They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call.

With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

"Pray, Mistress Mouse, are you within?"

Heigho! says Rowley; "Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin."

With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

"Pray, Mistress Mouse, will you give us some beer?"

Heigho! says Rowley, "For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer."

With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

"Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song?"

Heigho! says Rowley; "But let it be something that's not very long."

With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

"Indeed, Mistress Mouse," replied Mr. Frog, Heigho! says Rowley, "A cold has made me as hoa.r.s.e as a hog."

With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

"Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said, Heigho! says Rowley, "I'll sing you a song that I have just made."

With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

But while they were all a merry-making, Heigho! says Rowley, A cat with her kittens came tumbling in.

With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach, Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.